The days spent in Willow Pack were a whirlwind of emotions. Though I didn't know Irina well, it was evident that a shadow had settled over her. But even I could tell she wasn’t the same woman she used to be. There was a dimness to her gaze, a quiet weight in her every step.
Aria, on the other hand, wore a mask of composure, but I recognized it for what it was—a coping mechanism. Her smiles didn't reach her eyes, and her laughter lacked its usual warmth.
Still, I believed the warmth of family would eventually start to heal them. Maybe not entirely—not from the trauma they’d been through—but enough for them to keep going.
Unfortunately, duty called. Our pack needed us back, and as much as Amara wanted to stay longer, I could see the sadness in her eyes from being apart from her mate. She
